August 03, 2012

After: - having a few days to think too much - crying to my friend Ricky and my mother - being propositioned by my friend Cameron

My Dearest Imaginary Friend,

Do you believe in love at first sight? I don't really believe in love at first sight anymore. What do you think about falling in love with hindsight? This is something I have been thinking on quite a bit lately. Perhaps it's a classic case of not knowing what I had until it was gone? Except I've always known that you are perfect. So perfect that you cannot possibly be real. Because somebody so perfect for me couldn't possibly exist.

There's a boy who seems to like me a lot. Actually he's pretty torn about whether or not he likes me. I let him kiss me. Know what, though? It made me miss you. No one is you. I suppose what I am trying to say, is that all other crazy aside, I'm pretty much certifiably insane because I'm in love with my imaginary friend. Hahaha.

Crazy. And pathetic. And so very sad.

So I found I've fallen in love with you in hindsight. Falling in love as you shut the door in my face. If you ever want to be with me, you had better make it up to me in a big way for hurting my feelings so much. A cabin in a Ponderosa pine tree forest may vindicate you.

Impossibly Yours,

K

PS: You should know that I already forgive you without any cabins or pine trees.